Jerry, I love zombies and I also love the Police, especially that song, yes, it takes one's breath away, bring it on!!! HAve that wonderfully beautiful great day, Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me . . . Anything can happen, child. Anything can be"

After downloading the plugin 3 times and it saying it was installed, this morning I manually installed it. That is when it started going through. The auto install at time of download wasn't recognized. It had to be re-installed before it was recognized.

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"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me . . . Anything can happen, child. Anything can be"

I have sent these to myself and here is the weird part.The title "Breathbowords" is suppose to be deleted and is the one JP said doesn't work. It works for me..... now (I really don't know how the "b" got there)

The title "Breathnowords" was the newly installed version that should work..... It does not work.

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:rainbowflower: Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. :rainbowflower:

Jerry, I too tried to look at both movies, but all it said to me (in that blank window) was that there was nothing uploaded to see, go figure....have that wonderfully great and awesome day, Health wishes. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service